Ten days later.
The deep sea where no light could penetrate.
Zhang Jing sat on a corner of a massive turtle carcass, spanning tens of thousands of miles in diameter, like a piece of land, his eyes tightly shut as if perceiving something.
He had stumbled upon this carcass three days ago by accident.
No one knew what had happened initially that even such an entity died in the Mini Virtual Sky of All Gods.
However, Zhang Jing had no interest in investigating.
Soon enough.
His eyes suddenly snapped open, excitement flashing in his eyes.
The Tao-attracting Spiritual Light had fully recovered!
Zhang Jing then looked at the Dao Pattern in his hand.
[Spiritual Pith: 512,860]
"That should be enough, I guess." He thought somewhat uncertainly.
Zhang Jing had considered taking this opportunity to hunt down more demon spirits to accumulate more Spiritual Pith, thus allowing him more time to comprehend Tao Intent.
But after a thorough contemplation.
He decisively abandoned this idea.
